Her

by Heywood, Carey

  “When did you have it engraved?” She asks, her finger tracing over the letters.

  “I didn’t.” Her eyes widen as I tell her the story.

  “It’s like they were meant for us.”

  “Just like you were meant for me Miller Lite.” I lean down to give her a kiss and slip her ring onto her finger a second time.

  Once our pictures are done, we give our guests more than just an appearance. We are surrounded by all of our favorite people. There’s an open bar, and I’ve just married the love of my life. We celebrate that. Sarah also stalks Sawyer and Jared, which is fun to watch. I don’t know either of them well enough to have an opinion on their body language. That doesn’t bother Sarah. She asks me anyways until I shut her up with a kiss.

  She complies for a while before pulling back. “Do we know if they booked separate rooms?” Her eyes widen. “Oh my God, Will. What if they’re sharing a room?”

  “You’re a nut. You know that, right? I love you, but you’re crazy. What does it matter if they share a room? They live together.”

  Her brows furrow. “You make a good point.”

  I kiss her nose. “That, wife, is your first lesson.”

  She snorts. “Dork. Come on, husband. Your wife wants to dance.”

  That I can do. Once her parents and my mom call it a night and head up to their rooms, we get an inappropriately decorated golf cart lift to the cabin. It must have taken Brian forever to blow up all those condoms. The cabin is also decorated, rose petals in lieu of birth control.

  “Mr. Price?” Sarah leans against the doorway to the master bedroom.

  “Yes, Mrs. Price?”

  She tilts her head and runs her tongue over her bottom lip. “I could use a little help getting out of my dress.”

  Bam. Hard.

  I hurry over to help her undress, dusting kisses across her skin as each opened button reveals her to me. When her dress pools around her feet, she steps out of it and turns around. I think I’m having a stroke, bare minimum a mild heart attack. I have no desire to seek medical attention. If I die right now, it’ll be with a smile. She’s wearing this white corset that serves her breasts on a fucking platter and a practically irrelevant thong.

  “Husband?”

  “Yes, wife,” I croak.

  “Can you please hang my dress up?”

  I have never hung up an article of women’s clothing faster in my life. I stand, breathing like I just sprinted a mile, and wait for her to make a move. If she wants me to make love to her, I need a sign because, otherwise, I’m ready to fuck the shit out of her. She steps out of her heels and crawls onto the bed. Her back is to me.

  She straightens up, still on her knees, and pulls out whatever magical piece held her hair up so brown waves tumble over her shoulders. Her back is still to me as she fluffs her hair before reaching down and sliding that thong down her legs until it rests at the bend of her knees. She slowly bends over, resting her hands on the bed, and looks back at me.

  “What are you waiting for, Mr. Price?”

  Buttons fly as I pull my shirt and pants off. I’m apparently not fast enough. She holds herself up with one arm and reaches her other between her legs.

  “I’m so wet, Will.”

  My socks are still on, and my boxers dangle from my right foot as I plunge into her. Her breasts tumble free from the top of her corset. I grip one of them as I pound her. She meets me thrust for thrust. I make a silent prayer to the orgasm gods that she cums soon ‘cause I’m not going to last much longer. She goes a split second before I do and drops until she’s flat on the bed, causing me to fall on her.

  I roll to the side so I’m not crushing her as we catch our breaths.

  She looks up at me as I brush a piece of hair off of her face. “I’ve never slept with a married woman before.”

  She covers her mouth in mock shock. “How was it?”

  I pull her to me and start unfastening the hooks of her corset. “Never having it any other way again.”

  “Is that the last box?” she asks, wiping her brow. It’s an unseasonably warm December.

  I grin over the top of the box. “Yep. Where’s it go?”

  “Kitchen.” She follows me and leans against my back once I’ve set the box down.

  I turn so I’m facing her, molding my lips to hers. I pull back a hair. “I hope you like this place because we are never moving again.”

  She wraps her arms around my neck and leans up to close the distance between us.

  “Is that a yes?” I mumble against her lips.

  “Mm hmm.”

  “Get a room,” Brian mutters from the dining room, and Christine smacks his arm.

  “I was going to wait until we had the house to ourselves to start christening rooms, but if you insist.” I sweep her up into my arms and start walking towards the stairs.

  “Will, put me down.” She laughs.

  “But Brian said,” I pout as Brian yells, “That’s not what I meant.”

  I set her down, her feet on the first step. She leans into me, chest to chest, my hands on her hips. Cupping my face in her hands, she kisses me sweetly. “What am I going to do with you?”

  Her chocolate eyes hold my gaze. “You have forever to figure it out, Mrs. Price.”

  “We’re going to take off.” Brian helps Christine off of the sofa, absentmindedly stroking her belly.

  She’s just barely showing. They come over to hug both of us before leaving.

  She turns to me and raises a brow. “Does this mean we have the house all to ourselves and we have furniture?”

  I chew on the corner of my mouth before tossing her over my shoulder and carrying her upstairs. Her mouth drops open when she sees our bedroom. “Who made the bed?”

  I dip my head to kiss her neck. “Christine.”

  “Best sister-in-law ever!” She giggles, pushing me onto my back.

  The End

  First and foremost to my readers, thank you for taking the time to read something I wrote.

  Seth, living with me is not easy and you manage to make it look good. I love you baby. To Zach, Aydan and Emma, you three inspire me more than you’ll ever know.

  My Betas, Amy, Jennifer, Michele, Bobbie, Jenny, Kristy, Anna, Judy, and Vanessa (aka eagle eye). You guys mean so much to me and everyday make me a better writer.

  To my formatter, Jovana Shirley, thank you so much for making my book beautiful.

  To my editor, Yesenia Vargas, I do not trust anyone else with my words. Thank you so much for cleaning them up without ever trying to change what I wanted to say.

  Sarah Hansen with Okay Creations, you have done it again. Your talent and eye make you an inspiration to work with, you also say funny shit that makes me laugh.

  There are many authors I now speak to on a daily basis that this book could not have happened without. Kendall, Jennifer, Chelsea, Nicola, Gareth, Karen, and Rachel.

  One in particular is Melissa Collins. You are my book wifey and I cannot thank you enough for lifting me up every time we talk.

  To all of the blogs that take the time not only to read our books, but also to tell other readers about them. I’d especially like to thank Debra with the Book Enthusiast for another amazing tour. Also, Bobbie and Hetty with Best Sellers and Stellars, Jeannette and Kris and Nicole with I Heart Books, Mindy with Talkbooks, Louise with Hooked on Books, Danielle with Just Booked, Britney with Living Fictitiously, Emily with Rate my Romance, Lisa with Three Chicks and Their Books and any other blog or page that supported me along the way.

  Carey Heywood was born and raised in Alexandria, Virginia. At eighteen she joined the Air Force to see the world, instead she saw Texas, Maryland and Arizona. Ever the mild mannered citizen Carey spends her days now working in the world of finance, retreating into the lives of her fictional characters at night.

  Supporting her all the way are her husband, three sometimes adorable children, and 9 lb attack Yorkie. Inspired by people everywhere her characters sometimes spend chapters
learning life lessons while dealing with all the pitfalls that come with falling in love. A self published New York Times and USA Today bestselling author with four books out and many more to come.

  In her free time Carey enjoys curling up with a good book. If her family insists she leave the house she has also been known to ski, kayak, and attract Mosquitos. She can make a mean Belgian waffle and has an unhealthy obsession with Swedish fish.

  I’d love to hear from you!

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